Bras ,cows and naked men
Trip Start Oct 28, 2004
105Trip End Aug 08, 2005
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It was a perfect day for a rodeo (and considering we go to a lot of rodeo's we would know this) and we thought what better way to enjoy ourselves at a sporting event than to tailgate. Apparently tailgating isn't a known event outside of the United States. Even our neighbors to the north have not heard of such a thing (and they clearly have baseball teams there with fans that like to drink in parking lots). Apparently the closest parallel to tailgate parties is a snake pit party. We couldn't get much information about this alleged Snake Pit Party but our interest has been peaked and we will be going to Canada in search of one of these activities
Deciding we were still going to tailgate regardless of any Canadian doubts we headed up the mountain to Wanaka. On our way Molly had to bring Angie to a screaching halt on the side of the highway. Out in the middle of nowhere, right on the interstate, is a chicken wire fence that houses 500 yards of hanging bras. It's a very strange site and we decided to stop and take a look while Molly added her contribution to the fence. Each bra had it's own story with names and dates and such. And there was even the occasional pair of men's boxer briefs...I guess they felt a bit left out. We asked Pete if there was any story behind this fence and the only thing he could tell us was that two years ago all the bras were stolen from the fence and it made national news. Women traveled from all over to rebuild the fence and now they are taking protective measures and securing the bras with more chicken wire.
We made it to the Rodeo and were, of course, the only ones tailgating. We sat in the grass and ate our veggies, hummus and cheese and crackers. Unfortunately we didn't have any beer like a real tailgate party but we did find a bottle of wine that we drank. I suppose it was a Gotaga (Gourmet Tail Gate) of sorts.
All of Wanaka had come out for the afternoon (everyone that is except for Shania Twain)and took to the grassy knoll to bake in the sun and drink their beer. The announcer tried his hardest to get the crowd to applaud and become involved but it wasn't until a guy streaked across the pen that the crowd got to their feet and cheered. This fella, with boxers in hand, made it around the pen a couple times before the rodeo clown dropped him to the ground like he was just another cow. It was great fun. Even the police became involved and arrested the now half dressed man.
Other than that it was your typical rodeo. Or at least I think it was a typical rodeo...